medieval times
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A final "I love you" is the heart-wrenching cry
from the lips of those who so willingly die
charging forth unto the battlement
sent forth to enact unyielding judgement
Did they still give chase?
On horseback, he rode
Soon he’d tire of their game,
That of cats and mice
Where to go?
He stood resolutely,
In the winter cold.
The sun climbed behind him,
Glowing bright and bold.
The wind kicked up twigs and leaves
Long dead of chill,
His coat tails flickered up and down,
